A Tangled Tale

We stage a dazing drama Impetuously unfolding with scenes Spelled by our minds and moods Where all things happen With the scripts discarded We watch keenly a curious comedy Everyone scheming for greased palms Gone...when the rules were without exceptions When shady kingpins bow to Justicia And their sizzling sleaze unraveled Now justicia sick of sightlessness And has sold herself for Greek gifts For the nuts of political juggernauts We see strange scenes Consciences sold out for their bellies Easily welshing on their ideals Mooching to munch around god-fathers Who at pleasure push them around like pointless pawns And who are they not to play their proprietors' tunes Or dance to their rhythm? We stage a tangled tale A show of shame Mindlessly becoming butts of jokes Before our curious children And validating ourselves with laughable excuses